Anyone who is not a fool can figure out what is going on. These three people are scary. Don't be fooled by their appearance.
However, what is more important than fools is fools. There is a fool who looks very powerful. He is lean and walks lightly. He is usually imprisoned in a single room. He was given a head. Who looked at him? All have to be avoided.
This man looked a little weird, with all kinds of strange patterns tattooed on his body. He blocked the path of the three gigolos.
Then he said: "Fikaman is my brother, you injured him, you have to pay the price!"
The words were spoken in English, which was not very standard and could be understood.
The gigolo sneered. It turned out that the name of the prison bully last night was Fikaman, and he was still in the infirmary.
Judging from his appearance, he should be a practicing man. There are thick calluses on the back of his hands. He walks lightly but has a stable ground. His eyes are like an eagle. He looks lean rather than strong.
This person is even more powerful than Philaman. This is the gigolo's evaluation of him. He is a bit difficult to deal with, but in the gigolo's opinion, he is still a scumbag.
"What do you want?" the gigolo asked him.
At this time, many people gathered around, and the prison guards around them became nervous, but they did not come to stop them. There were fights every day in the prison to vent their excess hormones.
Generally speaking, as long as the fight is not particularly bad and no one is killed, the prison guards will not stop it. Only if there is a show, these prisoners who are full of evil and resentment will not think about causing trouble for the prison guards or escaping from prison.
Especially yesterday, three fair-looking Asians came. Not only did they cripple Fikaman, but they also injured more than forty people. What a show!
And now he is facing off against the prison's assassin. Such a scene is not something we often see. Even the prison guards are looking forward to it, so how can they stop it
The prison guards faced this group of prisoners every day and were bored to death. If there was something good to watch, they would not let them go.
"What do you want? Well, of course I want to avenge my brother." The tattooed man said and took action.
Holding a small Phillips screwdriver in their hands and pointing it towards the dancer's throat, Zhao Qiang and Zhai Qiang backed away and gave the place to the dancer.
Before being deceived by an old beggar to go to Africa, Zhao Qiang was an Erlangzi who lived on the streets, known as Jiaotou in the industry. Fighting was a common occurrence, but compared to Zhai Qiang, who had received professional fighting training, he was just a mud-legged person, needless to say, a pile of dead people. Fortunately, he has a good foundation. He has learned a lot from them over the years. When he was in Africa, he had a lot of blood on his bare hands. The tattooed man in front of him was not enough for him. .
At this moment, facing the tattooed man's attack, the gigolo didn't dodge at all. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked him out, hitting him in the chest. His body was hit by a strong force. His body flew back five or six meters and fell to the ground. , stood up with difficulty, his face turned pale, he covered his chest, and there was blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, which showed how strong the dancer's kick was.
Shout
People around him couldn't help but boo, it was so unexpected, so powerful!
The gigolo has no mercy for this person. As far as this person is concerned, he must be a bad person before entering here. For this kind of people, the gigolo has always been very annoying, so he used almost all his strength to kick. If he could have a few meters Due to the buffering force, the tattooed man was already dead.
But at this moment, the tattooed man had stood up, staring at the gigolo with his vicious eyes. He held the screwdriver in his backhand, adjusted his feet, and then attacked the gigolo again.
The gigolo felt the murderous aura erupting from his body. He wanted to kill the gigolo. There was no such murderous aura just now.
The gigolo who emerged from the pile of dead people could naturally feel this murderous aura.
This person cannot stay!
The gigolo took a few steps forward. When he came over, he jumped up with both feet, then raised his feet and volleyed out. The instep kicked the tattooed man in the face, and the tattooed man's face hit the ground. The ground was made of hard cement, and his brain When it hit the ground, it was like a watermelon hitting the ground and it exploded.
However, there was no wide crack like the watermelon, but a large pool of blood flowing out.
The tattooed man's body twitched for a few times and then stopped moving.
This time someone was killed, and the people around him were in an uproar. This man was so terrifying that he would kill him with just one kick!
The gigolo turned around and walked away without caring about the dead man on the ground, but at this moment the prison guards came. A dozen prison guards rushed over with shields and shouted.
The prison guard on the wall tower pointed his gun at the three dancers.
The gigolos would not be stupid at this time, and they all squatted down and put their heads in their hands.
Immediately afterwards, the prison guard's stick fell on them like raindrops. The children and the others protected their heads, but only hit the back.
They endured the beating without resistance, and after a minute they were dragged away.
Erjie was enjoying the breakfast prepared by Yunala. After just a few bites, Paolillo came in. With a smile on his face, he said excitedly: "Boss, that guy called Dancing Man beat someone to death in prison." , has been imprisoned now!”
"Really?" Erjie didn't pursue the matter of him disturbing her breakfast.
Paolillo said: "It's true, I just got the news!"
"Great, haha, who is the deceased?" Erjie asked.
"Mond!"
"It's him, haha, he was killed. It shows that these people are very powerful!" Erjie couldn't help feeling, but fortunately he didn't have a direct conflict with them: "Go and notify his family immediately and ask for a lawyer. Bring the dancing man to justice!”
"Yes!" Paolillo responded and was about to go out.
But Erjie stopped him: "Wait!"
"Boss, do you have any other orders?" Paolillo asked.
At this moment, Unara brought out another glass of milk from the office kitchen, and Paolillo's eyes went straight, because the clothes Unara was wearing was Erjie's white shirt, that's all.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, right?" Erjie didn't care about this either.
"No, I didn't eat it!" Paolillo immediately changed his mind: "I did, I did!"
"Sit down and eat!" Erji ordered in a commanding tone.
"I still have to do errands!"
"Not urgent!"
Paolillo had no choice but to sit down, and Yunara consciously put the glass of milk in front of him. Paolillo glanced at it, and the cows grazing on the grassland appeared in his mind.
"Drink, Unala did it herself!" Erjie said generously.
"Yes!" Paolillo quickly looked away, picked up the cup and drank it.
He felt that this milk was a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different. It seemed to be a familiar feeling.
Erjie ate slowly, showing a very generous and indifferent look, but in his heart he was thinking that maybe this would make him serve him wholeheartedly. If anything happened, he would be the one to take the blame. Carrying.
To Erge, Unara is just a tool.